Italy

The Butterfly Effect

“Whatever you are doing, if you want something else to happen, you need to pause.” —Helene Simonsen Nine years ago …

Philosophies

Confession: I am horrible at keeping secrets. Reframe: I am excellent at keeping other people’s deep, dark, shameful secrets. I …

Transiting

On this day five years ago, I was preparing to return to Seattle from a two-month residency in Italy. It …

Yo no hablo español…todovía

Hello everyone. It’s been a while. Despite what you haven’t seen, this summer was productive for writing — I wish …

Fairy Tales

Encouragement Once upon a time, a young woman named Gabriela asked advice from her wise friend, Bonnie. It came at …

Little Italy

An echo of my Italian sojourn in 2010, my feet ached terribly the day that I met John, Enrica and …

Hidden City Diaries

Over the past few months, I’ve alluded to a new project waiting in wings, something that earned the title, “Hidden …

Moments of Significance

The last time the weather changed from summer to fall, I was in Civita. A year to the day, I …

Long Time No See

Upon waking on our last morning together, Venice took a collective sigh, shrugging off her heavy humidity in favor of …

Venice Revisited

There are places that a camera simply can’t go, sensations impossible to capture, moments never meant to be preserved except …

City of Memories

Like many things, the hoarse honking of donkeys is the stuff of memories in Civita. Everything here is comprised, in …

Senescence

Certain organs—the cerebral cortex and the heart, for instance—are replenished every seven to ten years. When the individual cells that …

Strangers and False Friends

Between Italian and English, some words appear to mean one thing when they actually mean something slightly different; they are …

Ordinary Exceptions

Mark Broadhead so accurately encapsulates my own struggles since returning from Italy that I’d swear he was looking inside my …

Full, Bright

For the past year, I’ve considered applying for a Fulbright scholarship for a one-year master’s degree in food culture and …

Passatutto

During my first and only trip to Paris in 2005, I remember running through the deep underbelly of a Metro …

Endangered Experiences

In October, a formidable woman with dark, wavy tresses and black square-framed glasses asked me and a roomful of then-strangers …

Changing Time

The passing of time—and my befuddlement with it—has increased each day since my return from Italy. There is no adequate way …

Heart Is Where the Home Is

While reacclimating to Pacific Daylight Time, I spent the past four days in Northern California for a grantee retreat related …